“I think I’m getting to the point where I can be myself again” he says to her as he looks up from the side of the bed, replaying the argument over and over in his head.

The pain, the sadness, the desperation of trying to rekindle a relationship that was once strong enough to withstand all storms.

His pleading voice falling on deaf ears as he watches her pack up her things and head for the door. Unable to move, frozen in fear, he lets out a single sentence before she walks out and says.

“If you call, I will Answer”

She paused in the doorway, leaning her head against the frame. she closes her eyes as memories of a life full of love washed over her eyes, like an old time movie reel, flashing over tears.

The moment last forever as he watches her.

The game of who loves more than who.

A romantic disaster.

in that moment, out of anger and fear he said under his breath ” you think, it’s only fair to do what best for you and you alone!

The flashback sizzles out and fades as she turns around with a furious look on her face, bags dropped by her feet as she storms back into the room.

The raised voice echoed throughout the apartment.

I’m warning you, don’t ever do, those crazy messed up things that you do, if you ever do, I promise you, ill be the first to crucify you, now its time to prove that you come back here to rebuild.

Rebuild? He asked with a relieving smile

Rebuild. She said confidently.

Rebuild, he said under his breath as he wiped the tears from his eyes.

Rebuild.

impromptu story while listening to “If you call, I will Answer” By Barenaked Ladies

Lucas Durelle